To all the fans

HEY BIJOUX!!!!

I'm letting my work with the blog drag, I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW! People i'm litterally DROWNING in work. If I'd write a "to-do-list" on this moment, I'm positive I'd beat the quantities J.K. Rowling has managed to nag about that optically retarded witch aka Harry Potter (la sagesse en route: potter is a dysfemism in Dutch for gay). So once i'm settled in my new condo, and Davy's moved to london , we're gonna fuck your minds with faggalicious new treats!!

We've discovered a gorgeous new designer we're gonna do a post about, the label's called Hair & Jerome (t'adores?) Further more i'm planning to go deeper into the camwhoring. I've had it with traditional blogging, a fresh wind needs to ride our wings.. I took 4 days off this week to spend exclusively in my new appartment, and normally i'm gonna move this weekend. So next week i'll have internet and we can start intensifying our cyber prostitution...

Dahlin's for now i bid you farewell. xxx

Davy LOVES Marangoni

Well hellow there old tarts!

I know it has been awfully quiet about me lately but it has its reasons...

I’m sure y’all remember our Amsterdam post about Jurgen and me going to Amsterdam to visit a school I was interested in to study...well what you don't know is that it all turned out to be a big scam...the Dutch education system is so low class! You guys really don't have a clue... + living in Amsterdam is absurd, there are waiting lists of 8 FUCKING years for little rooms in crappy buildings –NOT EVEN DOWNTOWN- !

So ok after skipping the idea to move to Amsterdam and 6 months searching for a solution of what to do with my life I bumped into Istituto Marangoni a.k.a. -the black heaven on earth- located in London.

I applied instantly for the course Fashion&Styling but they told me the courses where already full so they put me on a waiting list...I decided to forget about Marangoni, apply for jobs in retail, earn some extra money for a year and then to retry an application at Marangoni in 2008...

In september I found a job at the new Burberry store in Antwerp as the head salesman for Prorsum Men but almost the day I wanted to sign my contract, Marangoni called me and told me the waiting list was gone! My heart really stopped beating for 5 seconds.

So anyway...I needed to arrange my moving to London in 3 crazy weeks...I went to London for 4 days, hired a real estate agent to find me a flat, arranged an appointment with the school, figured out the tube, checked out the areas, etc, etc...

Last week i bought all of my furniture, this week my electronical shit like Plasma, stereo, laptop, second cell phone, the whole mishmash! And I'm going to pack.

It's crazy how much a low class girl as me needs everyday!!! hahahahah!

I'm moving on Friday the 5th of October and I still have LOADS of work...I need to get my internet fixed at my flat, I need to get an Oyster card, I need an English telephone line, I need a bank account,...

- "jeezes...can someone get me a latté? PRONTO! GODDAMNED!!" -

Aannyywaaay....I'm looking forward to it, new people, a new city, a new school, a new life...It's gonna be hard though, missing everybody over here in Belgium especially my Bitch: *Jurgen*

Damn...I'm gonna put him in a jar with chemical water so I can take him with me hahahahaha!He would look nice on one of my counter tables at the Londonesque condo...

I'll show you guys soon what I made of my lil' flat, it's gonna be so posh!

Anyway, I have to go...I'm having lunch with some friends later.

tataaa!!!

Davy...

xXx

Chris Crocker is BRILLIANT

!OK OMG!

y'all remember Shitneys preformance on the VMA's last week right?! Well guess what, Chris Crocker made a video about it and he's all over the news!!! He's an instant celeb thanks to good-old-fat-glitter-bra-Britney!!! It's actually old news already but i though it was worth putting it on our blog...Fox, abc, Perez Hilton, EVERYONE is making a big deal about it! it's soooooo funny!
J'ADORE

I even heard he's getting a reality show...God bless America!

25th of August: a milestone!

Yes people it has become a fascination to such an extend we're no longer satisfied doing it indoors. Yesterday night we took it all one step further: WE WENT PUBLIC ON HEELS !!!

After having gone out for dinner with a collegue of mine and a very dear friend, Davy and me were considering going out at night. We were thinking about the local gay-club, right around my corner, but we didn't really feel like it ... You know those nights, it itches but the things you're used to do aren't satisfactory any longer.. Wel this was one of them. So first we went to that local "festival des atroces": FUGLY FUGLY F-U-G-L-Y P*E*O*P*L*E !!!!!

We drank two beers and bought the DJ a water since he helped us with the name of a song we adored, and left the building. We felt like two 24ct diamonds in a plastic bag filled with urine.

At home i was doubting if i'd put my lenses out, when suddenly Davy gave a subtle hint he'd brought his digital camera and his drag-heels that had arrived earlier that week. Next thing we knew we were strolling the pavement taking pics at an incredible rate, giggling, screaming, hiding, nearly pooping our panties at times hahahaha!

Crossing the street right outside my appartement. A few clever ones noticed immediately what was going on of course... A so-called "woman" in a veil with sunglasses at 2 in the night.. Fishy!

Victoria Beckham sneaking out of the abortion clinic, but unwantedly discovered by circulating papparazzi.

6-inch heels can even bring the most stable amongst us bitches in an unstable position. She nearly smacked her head into the window. Would have been loads of fun though...

HARRASSED

CHASED

SCREWED



SCARED

BEATEN

ASSAULTED

ON DIOR WEDGES ACROSS A BLOOD-SMEARED PAVEMENT

-TRASH-

ANNA WINTOUR FRONT ROW AT CHRISTIAN LACROIX

THE ATTITUDE POSE

WHAT ON EARTH ????? C'EST QUOI CA?

WATCH THOSE POOR PEOPLE THEY LOVE DESIGNER

DAVY YOU WHORE !

LADY DI THE NIGHT BEFORE SHE GOT SCREWED BY THE PAPPARAZZI IN THAT TUNNEL...

No comment...

These pics involved no coke, let's make that clear...

Is that Marge Simpson? Tall hair, striking the insecure pose... Reminds me of Angelina Jolie when she was an ambassador for UNICEF or whatever charity it was again... She was always wearing mainline collections while starving children were pulling her skirts for milk (au naturel). This could be a pic in which she pretends to really care.

The nipplegate-scandal all over again.

Grouching tiger, hidden cokehead...

TrAsH MOMENTO

ALMOST GOING DOWN...

DEFINITELY GOING DOWN! If we had this on tape we'd be millionairs by now.

I swear it really hurt. Even while i'm writing this it still aches.

Having trouble stretching my knee, now that my knee-cap was missing... But hey you don't hear me complain! We had like... SO MUCH FUN!

The way back to the condo we started having our doubts if this wasn't a bridge too far. I felt like I did something perverted that wasn't right, and I didn't even wear heels on the way to the quay where we shot these gorgeous series, Davy did!

Maybe this was a one-time thing so cherish these precious ones, ok?

>LOVE YOU ALL<

Garden of Crack

4th of August: the new 4th of July!

My god what fun we bitches had! First of all: the colours on these pics are just RA-VI-SHING! For the first time in aaaaages temperatures were somewhat summerish, the sky was blue and we were alone at Davy's place. NEED I SAY MORE? A flourishing garden, a cellar packed with cooled booze and fresh fruit, a Cybershot and a closet stacked with high heels and handbags! We started the Marquis de Vauzelle à Epernay at 2 P.M. , by 4 we were finishing our third bottle and pictures were taken as if there was no tomorrow!




Wasted, yet conscious of the events... Browsing through Harper's Bazaar on a sunny afternoon.

I felt embarassed in his place! His parents are on vacation yet he manages to call them for every li'l retard-question like how to start the fountain, how to connect an iPod to the stereo that controls the outdoor speakers in the gazebo, if he needed to keep count of what bottles we drank to work on the inventory afterwards... WHAT ON EARTH! My god Davy are you sure you're living here for the past 1.8 decade????

After these little organisatorial delays were resolved we got our materialistic claws on the bag-collection once again. I chose a Takashi Murakami by LV to match my newest Dsquared trunks. I know it's last season with a capital L but hey, d'you know they still sell the multicolores? I saw it in the window this week! I felt so retarded...

Though TM is fun and shit, i decided to go Birkin to trigger the divine effects they're so known for. The shimmering of the brassware is just legend.
What light is light if Birkins will not be seen? (William Shakespeare)

My god, we left our Hiltondays behind more than a year ago, yet it's spirit wanders deep within the pools of our souls, only emerging from it to gasp for air when the scent of alcohol enters its vains...

As if he just smacked down a papparrazzi with his bag at Nikki Beach, looking down on him with attitude and adrenaline...

J'ADOOOOORREEEEEEE!!!!!
I'm praying for the day a hot manload splashes in my face like that...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >^F I L T H ^< !

2 weeks online

Our site was never gonna stay internets best kept secret for long, but this is beyond every expectation. A map below with countries regularly visiting our site...

2 weeks online and we are already international people!

I SO ADORE THIS!!!

Desired future conquests:
- Madagascar

- Kenya

- Papua New Guinea

- India

- Chile

- Cuba

- Greenland

=> Tell those natives to visit our website godd*mmed!!!

Paris

As usual, a last-minute decision. Wednesday the 4th of july we went to book a train, out of the blue, after i quit work that evening. Departure for 11 july, and retour the 12th. Two days exclusively for shopping the sales at Paris.

The first metro we took we bumped into Diane Pernet!

One week before she visited the graduates-show of the Antwerp academy. I saw her on the news sitting next to Walter Van Beirendonck. Davy and me were sitting on the bench when suddenly in my eye-corner i saw this enormous pile of hair moving towards the back of the train. I was hyperventilating for 5 seconds, then calmed down and managed to spit out these holy words: "Diane Pernet is on this train!" Davy's head turned at the speed of light, his eyes spreading for approximately 5 inches.. We were like 8-year olds spotting Goofy at Disneyworld.

Just kidding...


Anyway........She sat down about 8 meters away from us. So we approached her a bit and waited untill the people next to her got off, which was on the next stop luckily... We slithered along the aisle, taking in places on her both sides, i think we scared the shit out of her HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Anyways, i started a small conversation: "Oh my god, you're Diane Pernet aren't you? (spotlight on her white-powdered face)" The woman willingly answered our cliché fan-like questions, but maintained a healthy distance. I was totally going bezerk! I realised it at the time but i was so excited i just couldn't restrain my enthusiasme! Anyways she got off at Louvre-Rivoli and we asked her for a pic. Le resultat au-dessus...

After this Jet-Set rencontre, our two-day conquest of couture just couldn't go wrong. Davy had made a map with 25 shops with possible hidden treasures we had to visit.

We got hold of a small loot at Dior: a shirt, a wallet (Davy) and sandals (me). Later on i found this legend Dior Homme scarf at l'Eclaireur.

Picture taken at the Palais Royal. We didn't wanna wander the streets looking like L.A. pampered wives while still having to take public transportation... So we went for an understated, more accessible look...

One that was sure to remain unnoticed by a possible mob of fag-haters... Don't worry Davy would stuff the scarf in the bag and i would take off my balenciaga every time more than 3 Africans were about to cross us on the sidewalk. Sightseeing the Hopital des Invalides last notice didn't really appeal to us...

Davy: skinny's Drykorn Jurgen: skinny's Surface 2 Air

bag: Virr. D. Menorca bag: Balenciaga

polo: April 77 polo: Peter Jensen for Fred Perry

belt: J. Lindeberg belt: 5-dollar self-made

At Dior Homme later that day. It's a seperate store, not on the Avenue Montaigne. It's independant from the flagship. After this picture we began socialising with security cause appearantly it's not allowed to take pictures due to industrial espionage.. It's surprising how intrigued those agents get by two fags entering like they own the place, speaking a strange foreign language and commanding the staff as their own. There's a gay deep in every one of them i'm telling you!

Our conquest spread out on the bed of our hotel... I was browsing through the Dior Haute Couture catalog we got at Avenue Montaigne, when all of the sudden it happened again.

COUTURE MOMENT

The endless stream of luxury we had absorbed throughout the day found it's expression in a self-made Dior replica. The new collection had not yet been shown at the time we took our pictures, so who are they to come up and talk about industrial espionage?

An outtake on how to use hotel-couvertures on an original way.Get packed Martha Stewart, you're out!

So far the child that originated from our brains...

This was the most impressive shop-entrance we have seen in Paris this year.. Maybe if we find Margiela next year we'll find something quite as stunning but a bit more understated.

It's the latest hype in Paris to do silly things with the scaffolds while a building is being renovated. This one popped out that's for sure. The illusion was so perfect you got nauseous looking at it.

The view from our room, the Arc de Triomphe was at the next crossing. It makes you wanna pack your bags and move your ass over there. Turned out some famous French writer had described the view from the terrace during his stay on the fifth floor of the hotel in one of his books.

The wonderfull Plaza Athénée straight across the Dior boutique at Avenue Montaigne.

The LVMH headquarters. The poles you see through the window were huge screens constantly changing images, a luxury brainwash on full display.

After this we got back to the station. I got a little panic attack when three Middle Eastern-looking men in military outfit, complete with 3-foot rifles, passed our little table while we were enjoying our last 7.5 euro Parisian coke, surrounded by boutique bags. I thought Al Quaeda was going to blow up the complex. Typically me. They used to say my fear of spiders was my way of expressing my sexual frustrations. I guess since my arachnophobia somewhat vanished lately, this must be my new "sexual-frustration-scapegoat": imagining impossible Die Hard With A Vengeance-scenario's in everyday life...

Prochain rendez-vous Parisien: the sales coming up in January 2008

Salut les mecs!